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 And still I held to her arms till her shoulder touch'd my mail,

Weeping she totter'd forward, so glad that I should prevail,

And her hair went over my robe, like a gold flag over a sail.

''Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind?''

''Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind,''

Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find.

I kiss'd her hard by the ear, and she kiss'd me on the brow,

And then lay down on the grass, where the mark on the moss is now,

And spread her arms out wide while I went down below.

''Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind?''

''Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind,''

Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find.

And then I walk'd for a space to and fro on the side of the hill,

Till I gather'd and held in my arms great sheaves of the daffodil,

And when I came again my Margaret lay there still.

I piled them high and high above her heaving breast,

How they were caught and held in her loose ungirded vest!

But one beneath her arm died, happy so to be prest!

''Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind?''

''Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind,''

''Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find. ''

Again I turn'd my back and went away for an hour;

She said no word when I came again, so, flower by flower,

I counted the daffodils over, and cast them languidly lower.

''Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind?''

''Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind,''

''Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find. ''